MY GROWING GARDEN 



CTUALLY, we — that means the family four 



of us — are to have a real outdoor garden! 



Not a ''handkerchief" garden, in a white- 

 fenced, shaded back yard, such as has mocked us 

 for nearly twenty years, but a garden with borders, 

 and beds, and walks, and maybe a sundial; to 

 say nothing of a possible lily-pond, a longed-for 

 rose-hedge, a dreamed-of orchard of dwarf fruit 

 trees. 



And it has happened suddenly, too, this garden 

 prospect. Tired of the close-by asphalted street, 

 wearied of the twenty hours of trolley cars that 

 banged past every five minutes not forty feet from 

 our very ears as we went through the motions of 

 sleep, we were looking abroad for the place of our 

 dreams — a garden place. Twice our hopes of a 

 half -acre had been shattered; first by the sheer 

 cruelty of the hard-hearted real-estate man's price- 

 demand, when we found that old apple orchard 



CHAPTER I— JANUARY 



THE PLACE AND THE PROSPECT 



A 



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